Talia Shepard

Bob reluctantly turned to camera as Boris reached across and ripped Mitzy’s G string clean off her. “No, Ralph, it’s no stunt, it pussy looks like Prince Boris’s real pissed,” Bob insisted. “Is this that skinny English comedian, Baron Sasha Cohen and Mitzy doing a PR stunt?” Ralph asked. “No, no way, that is genuinely Prince Boris, this is for real,” Bob said and he glanced round to see Mitzy’s ass was now completely naked and teen criss crossed by red weals. “More on that story later,” Ralph said as they reluctantly cut away from Mitzy’s very sexy naked ass. “Marry me!” Boris demanded. “No!” Mitzy replied. “That’s twenty sire,” the sweating security man gasped, “Shall I continue?” “No, you, you take over, twenty more, then twenty more again!” the prince insisted, “Now will you marry me!” “No never!” Mitzy cried, “I would rather die!” “You,” Boris snapped, “You with the sword, shave her head!” “No!” Mitzy cried, “It took me years to grow this!” she declared referring to her mass of golden ringlets. “Marry me or go bald, your call,” Boris insisted. Mitzy knew she was beaten, her hair was her trademark, that and her E cup tits. “Ok you win, I’ll marry you,” Mitzy sighed reluctantly, “Can someone fix up my dress?” “No time,” Boris insisted, “Anyway its not as if most people haven’t seen you naked in films already.” “Boris!” Mitzy cried as the security men let her get up and she clasped the ruined dress to her bosoms, “I’m not wearing a bra!” “Tough, we have a TV schedule to keep,” Boris insisted as he ripped the ruined dress away from her, leaving her breasts exposed above her corset and her crotch exposed and her bared buttocks all criss crossed with red weals. All across the US and Europe TV channels began to pick up on the unfolding drama and men cheered and whooped as the near naked Mitzy with only her head in its veil and her legs in silk stockings but otherwise bare, was frog marched her down the aisle. “Priest, ask her again!” Boris bellowed as they approached the altar with Mitzy trying to work out how to cover two breasts and her cunt with just two hands. Suddenly Mitzy was aware of the cheering, deep coarse laughter and male voices raised in approval, she automatically bowed theatrically, which exposed her massive breasts completely, which encouraged the congregation, or at least the males, to even greater appreciation. masturbation “Mitzy do you?” the priest asked. “Just say yes,” Boris insisted, “Or good bye golden ringets, hello baldie.” “Yes,” Mitzy replied. “And do you Boris?” the priest asked. “I already said so, yes!” Boris agreed, “Get on with it!” “I pronounce you man and wife!” the priest announced hesitantly. “Thank heaven,” Boris agreed, “Oh hell we forgot the ring, where the hell is the ring?” “Here sire,” Heinrich said quietly as he handed the ring to Boris who promptly jammed it firmly onto Mitzy’s finger, the wrong on as it happened but the camera man got it on film which fulfilled their contractual obligations with Ospreys the jewellers. “Right we have two minutes leg it!” Boris declared and he grabbed the still near naked Mitzy and rushed her up the aisle to the waiting carriage before the sexy startled organist could even start to murder Mendellshon’s wedding march. The crowd outside erupted with whoops and cheers as they appeared, Mitzy forgot to hide her rather magnificent E cup silicon tits as she waved happily to the crowd, and even forgot she had no knickers on either so wrapped up in the euphoria of the moment was she. The carriage departed bang on time, “Where’s my dad?” Mitzy asked. Her face was glazed with lust and her ass quivered in wanton lust. The lady officer was quite rough as she sawed in and out of her sloppy pussy. “Are you sure that's a good idea?" he stood up and shook his head resignedly as he looked at her. Stories had went around for years concerning Zeke’s fondness for his female clients but nothing had ever been proven or substantiated. Fuck me good!” she hissed nastily masturbation into his ear. “I did?” He nodded in response. “Doug! I guess because she and Callie, who was as sweet as she was sour and almost as gorgeous, wanted to come hang out with me and have a few drinks and she wanted to “protect” her friend. I wiggled a bit as sexy it was a teen very tight fit though he was a bit stubby much like my hubby. I’m weak with fatigue. Oh, that was good. I was grateful that the sodden state of my pussy didn’t deter her. “Have you got a condom?” she pussy asked huskily. Then a radiant smile lit upon her face. Her whole body shakes each time I ram into her, breaking her sultry moans. I had my back turned to them as I undressed, removing my jacket and shirt first, then pants and socks and finally removing my boxers. If we were meant skinny to survive we would as we stared at each other as we sat side by side in her time machine. Michael looked at the happy couple and strangely felt weirded out by it. “That’s right.” I moved back in front of her. "Well?" he insisted. “Bodies are weird! Finally, Sean fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming of large cocks, belonging to laughing sneering men, penetrating his body. I lay limp on the table. Nothing nasty I promise you."